Chapter 9: Want to Have Her Right Now

As Isabella gazed at the handsome man before her, with his golden hair and piercing blue eyes, he wore a polite smile that made him seem harmless, almost inviting. But Isabella knew better. She understood that anyone who could associate with Emanuele couldn't be simple.

She had heard of the Campbell Group, a large company, but she never expected it to be controlled by the mafia. Emanuele, witnessing Clark kissing Isabella, furrowed his brow, one of many times that day. It should have been a joyous occasion, but now his mood had soured.

Under Emanuele's pressure, Isabella, though reluctant to interact with these people, politely replied. She offered a faint smile and said, "I'm pleased to meet you."

No one noticed that Emanuele's mood had worsened. He saw a side of her he had never seen before. Her gentle smile, soft words, and natural actions were a stark contrast to the anger, fear, and indifference she displayed when facing him.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Emanuele seized Isabella and declared to everyone present, "Isabella and I have something to discuss." He then dragged Isabella toward the study.

Although the crowd in the banquet hall continued to revel, the atmosphere between Emanuele and Isabella grew tense.

Once they reached the study's entrance, Emanuele pushed Isabella inside, causing her to stumble and nearly lose her balance. The door closed behind them, leaving an especially charged atmosphere.

Emanuele took hold of Isabella's shoulder, forcing her to draw closer. He yelled at her, "Are you so promiscuous? Acting like a harlot, flirting with any man who makes you happy? Do you know how much you embarrass me?"

Isabella was startled by his words, the shame she felt overwhelming her. "You wanted me to marry someone, didn't you? I followed your wishes. What else do you want?"

She considered Emanuele to be truly mad. She had resisted him, and he got angry. Now that she had complied, he was still angry. What did he want?

But to her surprise, her words only made Emanuele's expression colder, and the fury in his eyes intensified. "What do I want? Isabella, congratulations, you've ensnared Clark. But he's my brother, and I'm responsible for him. I need to make sure you're suitable for Clark."

Emanuele couldn't quite explain his own thoughts, but he felt that Isabella must submit to him. He wanted to shatter her defiance, and a fierce impulse coursed through his veins, making him feel utterly irrational.

Emanuele aggressively pulled down Isabella's clothing. Her top had a V-neck design with spaghetti straps, and in one swift motion, her cleavage was exposed, her white breasts bared to the world.

Isabella screamed in terror, hastily pulling her clothes back up. She trembled and her face grew pale, tears welled in her eyes. What was this man doing?

"You're insane! I'm your stepsister; you can't treat me like this!" Isabella cried out, struggling to move away and hide in a corner, desperate to avoid Emanuele's touch. She couldn't fathom why she had to encounter this kind of devil in her life.

"Stepsister? But it's just a name. What do we have to do with each other?" Emanuele had a cruel smile and a deep, dark tone. He owned Chicago, and there was nothing he could do to stop him.

Isabella crouched in the corner and folded her arms around her shoulders to avoid Emanuele's touch.

Her lips were trembling, too, and she was gasping for breath, but she felt like she was going to lose it at any moment. No, she had to take her medication or she was going to lose it, and her claustrophobia could flare up at any moment.

"Isabella, be good and obedient." Emanuele suddenly crouched down and looked at Isabella in the corner. For a moment, he saw that she was really obedient.

Emanuele had rarely seen such a sweet side of Isabella, and his movements had softened a little.

Emanuele reached out and touched Isabella's cheek. The rough rub of the man's hand, thick with calluses from years of gun handling, touched her skin and made Isabella's skin grow goosebumps.

Isabella wanted to scream and run away, but with no strength left, she was at the mercy of Emanuele.

He brushed his thumb against Isabella's lip and held it there for a long time.

It was this mouth like a red rose that always said something that made him angry. But at this moment, looking at her sitting in the corner, slightly open mouth, breathing.

But it gave Emanuele an idea.

Trying to get her down on her knees, kneeling between his legs, holding his genitals, a mouth that was born to do that. Like her ass, she was born to be slapped in bed.

Evil thoughts swirled in Emanuele's mind, and desire beat in his veins.

In fact, he disliked the feeling so much that he didn't allow himself to lust after a woman who was hating him, which made him feel like he was being played.

So at this moment Emanuele's desire to kill Isabella was even stronger, or else kill her.

The color of lust had not yet faded from Emanuele's eyes, and there was more murder in it.

Just then, Isabella, nervous and feeling dry as Emanuele kept touching her lips, stuck out her tongue and licked them.

Who knows? Accidentally licked Emanuele's finger.

The soft, moist touch on Emanuele's fingers made Emanuele feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and his muscles straightened.

"Can't wait for me to fuck you in a place like this? Isabella, you're such a slut." Emanuele decided to change his mind. He reached out and pry Isabella's lips rudely open. His fingers went deep into Isabella's mouth, one, two, three, and stirred rudely in her mouth, mimicking the act of intercourse.

Isabella had no idea what was going on, and was forced to hold Emanuele's fingers, which made her feel even more suffocated, not to mention that Emanuele's fingers continued to dig deeper into her throat.

Isabella struggled, but her strength was only scratching an itch for him.

Isabella looked up at Emanuele, asking for mercy, begging him to leave her alone, but her mouth was blocked and she could not speak.

Looking at Isabella's wet eyes and the drool dripping from her mouth, Emanuele felt that his genitalia had become as hard as stone, and he wanted to fuck her in this place